Chapter 67: The Empty Side
The bed was cold.
Victor woke up reaching for heat. His hand met only empty, freezing sheets.
He sat up instantly. His heart hammered a warning rhythm against his ribs. The silence in the room was heavy and wrong.
"Elena?"
No one answered.
He smelled it then.
It was faint underneath the scent of lavender and s*x. It was the smell of stale sweat and wet fur. It was the smell of something chemical and sharp.
Wolfsbane.
He was out of bed in a flash. He tore the balcony door open. The glass shattered against the wall from the force of his shove.
The winter wind hit his bare chest. He did not feel it.
He looked down.
There were footprints in the snowbank below the balcony. Three sets of paw prints and one set of heavy boot prints. They led away from the lo
